SE-1034 Hot Bed Family by David Ingram

Chapter 9


When Linda awakened about ten, she was still a little tight. She and 
Tommy had gotten very drunk. She lay giggling for several minutes, then 
admonished herself and tried to think of what lay ahead. It was her 
wedding day and she was unbearably horny, even though Tommy had eaten 
her once and fucked her twice, the last time but a few short hours ago.

She let her hand slide down between her thighs, savoring the thought of 
Tommy's head between her legs--he sure knew how to give head. And then 
her lips puckered, remembering the taste of his cock fresh from her 
cunt. Yes, she had sucked his cock, sucked it immediately after he had 
fucked her, sucked it until he hardened again and discharged in her 
mouth.

She rolled over in bed and saw Peter heading down the hall for the 
bathroom. He wore only his shorts. She called out to him. He came and 
looked in her open door.

"Morning, Sis," he said.

"Would you get me a glass of cold water, honey?"

"I'm just wearing shorts, Sis."

"That's okay, I've seen you in your shorts before."

He shrugged and went to the bathroom, returning in a minute with a 
glass of water. He came up to her bed and held out the glass. Linda sat 
up, the sheet slipping down off her bare titties. Peter stared. She 
drank the water, then looked at her ogling brother.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Peter. I forgot that I was naked," she giggled, but 
made no attempt to cover her tits. She glanced down at the lump in his 
shorts, then giggled again. "It doesn't look like you're sorry."

Peter reddened and put his hand to the front of his shorts. "I--I'm 
sorry, Linda," he stammered.

"Don't be silly. I've seen bulges in boys' shorts before." She reached 
out and pulled his hand away. "I'll bet you're afraid to show it to 
me." He took a quick look at the open door. "You can go and close the 
door first. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Peter couldn't believe his good fortune, first his mother, now his 
sister. He ran to the door and pushed it shut. He rushed back to her 
bedside and reached for his cock.

"Let me take it out," she said, squirming her fingers into the front of 
his shorts. She reeled out his half hard log; her mouth dropped open. 
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "I had no idea--Peter, you're a stud, your 
prick is huge."

Peter beamed, his cock growing in her hand. "Now let me see you," he 
said.

Linda threw back the sheet. She let go of his cock and stretched out on 
her back. "Take off your shorts and lay down beside me, Peter."

Peter wasn't the shy boy he had once been; his mother had changed that. 
He pushed down his shorts and crawled onto the bed. Linda immediately 
took hold of his prick again.

"God, Peter, it's so big." She stroked it to full erection. "You can 
feel mine if you want."

Peter laid his hand on her firm belly, then slowly moved down into the 
thick thatch of hair. His fingers crept into the deep groove and Linda 
opened her legs.

"Ooooh, honey, I like that. Peter--I know we shouldn't, but put it in 
me, just a little. Your prick, I mean."

"Geez, Sis, what if Mom or Dad--"

"Piss on Mom or Dad. Put it in me, Peter, please. Just a little, just 
the head."

Peter didn't care about Mom or Dad either, and rolled over on top of 
his sister. Linda still held his prick, and nuzzled the fat head 
against her cunt-lips until it spread them apart and popped inside.

"Honey, honey! That feels so good, just a little more, and kiss me, 
love me ... Oh Peter, baby, fuck me!"

Peter started stroking, his cock going in deeper with each thrust. He 
kept this up until he was buried inside her, and then he kissed her on 
the mouth. They held the kiss, their tongues exploring each other's 
mouths.

"Peter, Peter, Peter," Linda moaned into his mouth. "Your cock is so 
big, it feels so good. Do it, honey, fuck me hard!"

Peter fucked her with long, easy strokes, proud of his king-sized 
prick. Her cunt was tight and clinging.

"Jesus, Peter, where did you learn to fuck like that? I thought you 
were a virgin."

"You ain't no cherry yourself, Sis."

"Oh, fuck no; far from it."

"Maybe old William is expecting a cherry on his wedding night."

"Well, he won't get one, not unless he brings someone else along." She 
giggled and lifted her pelvis to meet his pounding strokes. "I'm 
feeling better and better, Peter. If you keep this up you're going to 
make your sister come."

"Better make it fast then, 'cause your little brother is about to pop 
his nuts. Can I come inside you?"

"Yes, yes!" she gurgled. "Faster, Peter, faster! We can make it 
together!"

Peter's prick started spurting. Linda hunched against him, her own 
orgasm in full bloom. They fucked savagely for several seconds, Peter 
squirting his all into his sister's heaving belly.

"Jesus, that was good, Linda," Peter said, lying exhausted on her soft 
body.

"Don't pull out. Let's just lay like this for a while. You feel so good 
inside me."

They lay necking, feeling each others bodies for almost an hour. She 
fondled his slimy prick while he played with heir leaking pussy, 
pushing his finger all the way in.

"We'll have to do that again," she said, when Peter finally crawled 
from her bed.

"But you're getting married today."

"You can come and visit us."

Peter liked the idea of fucking his sister after she was married. 
"Okay, and we'll fuck up a storm."

"Yeah," Linda said.

Linda went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the tub. 
She stood with her legs apart, letting Peter's spunk leak from her open 
pussy and wet the insides of her thighs. She wished she had someone to 
lick it out for her. In her bath, she marveled at how slick her cunt 
was, even under water. A good soaping would fix that.

Linda got dressed and went to the bar in her daddy's den. The drink 
went right to work; she mixed another. She liked the heady feeling of 
being a little drunk.

Dan came into the room and looked at his young daughter. "That's an 
awfully short skirt," he said.

"Yeah. It's really too small. It was the first thing I saw in the 
closet, so I put it on."

"You better take it easy on the sauce, pet. Don't want to be drunk when 
you tie the knot."

"I'm already drunk, Daddy." She giggled and emptied her glass. "Have a 
drink with me."

"Maybe later. I have to run to the store for a few things."

Linda put her glass down. "I'll go with you, Dad. Where's Mom?"

"In bed with a headache. Can't take the excitement."

"She should get drunk like me. Then it won't bother her."

"Linda, Linda," Dan said, shaking his head.

They went out to the car. Linda slid in beside her father, letting her 
skirt push up past the crotch of her panties. The car was barely out of 
the drive before Linda slid close and put her hand in her daddy's lap. 
She felt for the gristle that she knew was there, the man-gristle that 
fascinated and excited her so.

"Honey, it's your wedding day!" Dan groaned.

"Yes, I know, and I feel horny as a billy goat."

She pulled down his zipper and reached inside, quickly exposing his 
cock, which was already hard. She rolled the skin back, making it 
harder. She went again into his trousers and cupped his balls in her 
hand. They felt so cool on her palm, all drawn tightly into the sack 
that usually hung loose. Linda knew to be gentle, and fondled them 
lightly before sliding her finger back into the crease of his buttocks. 
Dan groaned.

"You really shouldn't be doing this, pet."

"I really should, Daddy. I like doing it and you like having me do it."

She slid her finger back and forth until she found his puckered 
asshole. It was dry, yet she pushed until it popped inside.

"Ooooooh, Linda, you angel--don't make me come."

"I won't, Daddy, not in my hand, anyway."

Dan drove faster, whipping the car into the supermarket parking lot. 
"This is madness, Linda," he cried, shutting off the engine.

"Yes, it is," she hissed. "I'm mad for you, Dan." It was the first time 
she had ever called him Dan. "I want you to fuck me--fuck me here in 
the car--now!"

"Linda, baby, we can't continue this way, not here. We'll be seen. 
Someone will report us. God, baby, it's broad daylight," he groaned, 
but he was already reaching for her.

She let him kiss her while his hands roved under her skirt, her hand 
whipping his cock rock hard.

"Slide out from under the wheel and I'll straddle you, but don't pull 
my panties down. I want it to be like we're lovers grabbing a fast 
piece wherever we can. Just pull the crotch to the side and shove it 
in."

Linda got a leg on each side of him, hovering over his wagging cock. 
Dan pulled her crotchband to the side like she had asked and put his 
prick to her cunt mouth. Linda reached down to get it started right, 
and he went in easily, first only the head, then as she let her weight 
down, the whole shaft. The metal hasps of his zipper dug into her soft 
thighs, scraping higher and higher until they pinched the fat lips 
pouting around his imbedded cock.

"Oooooh, that feels so good! You make me want to come so quick, Daddy!" 
Linda cried.

"Don't rush it too fast, honey; let's make it last," Dan said, moving 
slowly inside her. "You're getting married this evening; it may be a 
long time before we can do this again, maybe even never."

"No, no, not never! We'll do it again, Daddy."

"You're right, pet, not never," Dan soothed. "I know now we'll screw 
every time we get the chance."

"Yes, yes, Daddy. Fuck me hard, Dan ... I want to come big."

Dan moved into her with gusto, lifting up to thrust into her squirming 
body. Linda had her arms tightly around him, her hips grinding down 
against his open fly, holding his entire length inside.

Dan wanted to come now, too, to feel himself squirting up inside his 
lovely daughter's hot pussy. He felt the fire building, and he 
remembered fucking Helen on the living-room carpet, of her warm body so 
much softer and fuller than Linda's, of her shimmering flesh as she 
started jerking and moaning when her orgasm hit, and the feel of his 
hot seed slamming from his nuts into her sucking cunt. It was good 
then, and it was good now.

"Oh, Linda, baby, you fuck better than your mama. You little whore, you 
loose, hot-pants, little whore." He was fantasizing now. "I'd like to 
fuck you like this while another man fucked Helen in the back seat."

"Do you think she would?" Linda asked.

"No, never. Your mother is a prude."

"That's her loss," Linda said, breathing heavily, trying to imagine her 
mother fucking another man.

"Mine, too," Dan grunted. "God, why can't she like it the way you do?"

Dan felt his prick stiffen, the first thick gob of come squirting into 
Linda, and then another and another, a squirt for each stroke until he 
was dry. Linda felt his wetness belching and ground down hard against 
him. "I'm coming, too, Daddy!" she cried.

After their frenzy had subsided, Linda sat limply on his lap, his 
shriveling cock unable to escape her clasping cunt.

"That was good, Dan," she said breathlessly. "I think I like fucking 
better every time I do it."

"Will you cheat on Bill much after you're married, Linda?"

"I think you know I will, Daddy. I adore cock; Bill will never be able 
to keep me satisfied. I need it every day, some days more than once."

She slipped off his lap and went down to the floorboards, her face 
buried in his lap. She sucked hungrily on his prick, tasting the 
remains of his come and the sweet pungency of her own cunt. It 
prolonged her excitement, and she wondered if she was actually coming 
again or if it was just the first one still going.

When she was sure he wasn't going to get hard again, they straightened 
their clothing and went into the supermarket arm in arm.